'For All Martyrs' Poem by M. Shahid. H Chouhdry

One who has died for his motherland,
Is suppose to live zestly in Eden land,

For what he did and finally got,
They are not dead, alive at best a lot,

And to His (Almighty) mercy and beneficence,
Who has bestowed him with this magnificence,

And lo, at grave what he still yearns,
To go back and fight again and again to earn,

A splendid and gorgeous wreath of success,
For what he had done and finally possess,

One who has died for his country so,
It's become the place of harmonious grow,

Almighty endow this particular status,
As Martyrdom is not a wish of gratis,

Don’t call them gone and dead,
They all are our assets, who lead,

And defend this country land to best,
And face sprinkling bullets at their chest,

So shahid utter utmost sighs and suspiration,
For all martyrs, as they are the source of inspiration.